one can't hope
to measure a night

by the meager things in life

it has nothing to do
with what
you ate
or how good (you think)
you looked

the faces in the fray
the ones that stuck in your head
or

the miles you drove
or how drunk you got
or wanted to get

or if you ended up alone
at the end of it,
because in the city filled with lights
and laughters
and distractions & disasters

you know that you always end up alone

but
it's measured by

whether or not
you can count the stars on your fingers